Tera Melos

Melding the aggression of punk with the technical intricacies of prog rock, math rock trio Tera Melos use jerky shifts in time signatures and disjointed guitar noodling that bears a close resemblance to Don Caballero and Hella. Like their counterparts in instrumental rock, finger-tapped guitar parts are the centerpiece, complemented by angular bass riffs and splintered spaz-jazz drumming, but contrasting dynamics are a bigger focus of the band's songs, with ambient electronics and sparse vocal lines occasionally incorporated into the interludes to offset some of the more convoluted and noisier sections.

Fang Island

It’s the end of the current tour for Fang Island, who have been doing the rounds over the preceding weeks aided and abetted by No Spill Blood. Hailing from Rhode Island, Fang Island specialize in a type of infectious, no frills guitar music that marks them out as the greatest band on earth. Okay, they’re not the greatest band on earth, but they might well be the most enjoyable band to rock out to on your headphones. The band’s ethos is simple – create the sound of “everyone high-fiving everyone.” While we have no idea how this might sound, if it’s measured through musical notation then this is probably it.

Things are buzzing nicely as Fang Island hit the stage. This gig was upgraded from The Grand Social to a post-midnight slot here in The Button Factory, so folk are by now well-readied from the previous band and the previous beers. There is no rest for NSB’s Lar Kaye, double-jobbing on bass guitar for the headliner’s set, and from the off it’s head-shaking stuff with The Illinois. Seek It Out comes in with a distorted intro before scaling back, and an anthemic Life Coach follows. With two albums to their name, the band dips in to both through the set. ‘Major’ song Chompers is all finger-tapping, snare-rattling excellence – the song’s upward key change is the single greatest moment of this weekend. The band stop, barley pause for breath and delve straight back into the rock-out ending.

In advance of Sideswiper, the band ask that “everybody put your hands up in the air and high-five the person next to you!” Most do. Dooney Rock is a folk-style stomper, and a bit of armlock barn-dancing breaks out down in front, until the song speeds up to beyond dancing capabilities. Welcome Wagon maintains the momentum, and you would be hard pressed to pick Kaye out as a stand-in, rocking out as he does every bit as much as the three Fang Islanders. Strobe lights flash – it’s a commendable light show for all bands tonight – and a few crowd-surfers fight a losing battle with the bouncers, as the set comes to an end.

Fang Island, not do an encore? Highly unlikely, and out they come with discordant noise and guitar wails. This is the most sedate part of the night, until the song slowly builds into power chord-y goodness and freaks out. A tom assault begins a rollicking, unexpected cover of Thin Lizzy’s Sitamoia, and it’s a fitting end to a night of serious noise rock and good-time tuneage. Fang Island may well be the least cynical band on the planet – we hope they revisit our corner of it again in a timely fashion.

From Autsin. TX



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